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sad death poem

o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
a escuridão rola para cima
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
caras bonitas, tragical
e assim vai
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
noite misteriosa

 



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